Weblog 98
December 23, 2007~ 12:15am
Since Christmas is so very close now, I've created a card right from the neat little Google art translator I linked to in last week's blog- (and yes, I have been addictively playing with that thing for the last 4 days. I love it!) This chipper little seasonal picture goes out to all those in web land, so pretend I've just handed it to you, warm hug and all.
Merry Christmas!
But for the more cerebral of you- and for those who, like myself, find Christmas a tad creepy in its auld lang zyne-y way, with bits of fractured memories and ghosts transposed onto a background of Currier and Ives, perhaps this strange image will suit you...
Yep. That's Mr. 'American Dad' - ('grandfather', 'husband') smiling weirdly, life stamped on and around him-- and all of it is supposed to mean something clicking together in some subterranean way, but I'll be damned if I can figure it out. LOL!!!-- he's chopping down the Christmas tree, stringing the lights up on a ladder, then getting his ties as presents and relaxing in an easy chair, sucking up the warmth of the family around him....that's Christmas Gothic to me. And if you prefer it, it's yours. Whatever feels more comfortable-- the first image or the second one. Happy Hooplah!
Now the way yours truly is feeling-- well it's not nostalgic-- and it's not tradtional or warm and cozy inside, it's sort of......separate: outside the circle and watchful-- in a dark and ruminating way.
Looks very much the way I've been feeling- flattened, and just outside of things and locked away in a room, listening to all of it; hoping it doesn't come through the door. I hope this holiday tiptoes through and leaves quietly.
I like life without the hooplah. I like that fine.
December 25, 2007~ 12:30pm
Today is the day....Christmas has arrived, as I knew it would. It's gone rather smoothly thus far, this ramp up to this festival of lights. I've kept things as lowkey as possible, and am sitting here drinking coffee, about to begin the last chore- the making up of 10 little 'goodie bags' for my sister's 10 grandchildren, to take with me tonight for visiting.
The hot rollers are heating upstairs, the bed about to be made, and the Christmas sweater yanked over my head-- a last inspection in the mirror to make sure there are no holes in it, or stains-- and off I'll go to my daughters' house to be with Mr. Bill and little Lady Kay for a nice ham dinner and cheddared potatoes. (I'd shipped their gifts directly from the Discovery store, so I won't be doing a juggling act up the walkway here.)
Last night, I had dinner with Wayne and his sister Garnet and her daughter Alisa at 'The Red Lobster'. WOW, THAT PLACE WAS CROWDED. We were bunched in the front foyer waiting area, hip to hip, in a place that sounded like bedlam, a member of each party given a vibrating, light- up gadget to tell them when their table was ready. There we all stood huddling, like characters from Star Trek and holding these implements. In the center area, was a great tank of living, giant lobsters. Always makes me sad to see them, knowing their days are numbered and they have no idea that one of the creatures with the beeping cellphone thing-a-ma-jigs will soon have them in their stomachs. YECH!!!
When a waiter came out and scooped one on a platter, all conversation stopped for a second as that primordial-looking fella' slowly moved claws and antennae. "DEAD MAN WALKING!" I said-- which got a great laugh, but man, I felt sorry for the poor bastard. Merry Christmas omnivores, all of you out there picking your teeth right now. A pleasant digestion to ya.... (and old Grandfather Lobster, "R.I.P." Just for your information, I had the shrimp. I never eat anything I've made eye-contact with for 45 minutes beforehand.)
December 26, 2007~ 12:55am
This is the day after officially- and I have to say- I loved every minute of it, from the Eve, on. Was it a good Christmas? Look at this. What do you think?
Here's Wayne ("Pap Pap Wayne") posing with Bill and Kay, and the gifts their mother sewed for them. (Me too! But I'm taking the picture.) Holly did the most incredible thing......she sewed actual doll characters from drawings Wayne made for Bill around Halloween, while we were visiting and babysitting. The characters (at Bill's request) were: The Deadly Dead, Deaf Eater and Kay Eaten. LOL!!! (There were TWO 'Kay Eaten' dolls, since both little Kay and I have the same name- mine is a nickname given to me by Wayne 25 years ago and stands for my initial.) These dolls were so doggone CUTE, and what a dream-come-true for a kiddo to see his own imagination create, first- a name for something really scary- and then have it drawn by a beloved adult, and THEN, to have the thing take on 3 dimensional form. WOW!! If Holly had the time, I believe she could turn this thing into a cottage industry: handsewn original dolls from your very own stories.
It was a delight opening them. Each had Wayne's drawing pinned to the plain muslin they were wrapped in. We crowed with happiness! LOL!!! (I do think my favorite was "Deaf Eater", which I believe came about when Bill was trying to say 'death eater' but the "th" sound was replaced in a 4-year-old's elocution, by the "F". Of course, Wayne drew a toothy thing like a big dragon, ROAARING and gleefully chasing a poor deaf guy, because, after all, only the deaf can actually be caught by that bellowing beast--- everyone else gets out of the way when they hear him coming so THAT'S why the monster was grinning so: he was chasing a 'sure thing'. The bubble over the man's head in the cartoon says, "Huh?" I remember how we howled about that.
And now, with colored felt, some old belt pieces for scaly horns and long vinyl teeth, voila!- DEAF EATER in the flesh! Merry 'midnight of the celebration day', everyone. Mine was a total delight. And my little grab bags went over quite nicely at my sister's house. I guess there is some wisdom in being the last Claus through the door, with the very last sack of gifts. (I'm pretty cagey, I'd say.)
December 27, 2007~ 12:20pm
From the sublime ...(above)... to the ridiculous... (below)
Here is our commander and chief, having just picked his own ass. Happy New Year, Stinky...this is the year we can get RID of that raunchy thing....Obama, Hillary, Roberts......Uncle Festus... hell, I really don't care, as long as your ass is gone.
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Since Christmas is so very close now, I've created a card right from the neat little Google art translator I linked to in last week's blog- (and yes, I have been addictively playing with that thing for the last 4 days. I love it!) This chipper little seasonal picture goes out to all those in web land, so pretend I've just handed it to you, warm hug and all.
Merry Christmas!
But for the more cerebral of you- and for those who, like myself, find Christmas a tad creepy in its auld lang zyne-y way, with bits of fractured memories and ghosts transposed onto a background of Currier and Ives, perhaps this strange image will suit you...
Yep. That's Mr. 'American Dad' - ('grandfather', 'husband') smiling weirdly, life stamped on and around him-- and all of it is supposed to mean something clicking together in some subterranean way, but I'll be damned if I can figure it out. LOL!!!-- he's chopping down the Christmas tree, stringing the lights up on a ladder, then getting his ties as presents and relaxing in an easy chair, sucking up the warmth of the family around him....that's Christmas Gothic to me. And if you prefer it, it's yours. Whatever feels more comfortable-- the first image or the second one. Happy Hooplah!
Now the way yours truly is feeling-- well it's not nostalgic-- and it's not tradtional or warm and cozy inside, it's sort of......separate: outside the circle and watchful-- in a dark and ruminating way.
Looks very much the way I've been feeling- flattened, and just outside of things and locked away in a room, listening to all of it; hoping it doesn't come through the door. I hope this holiday tiptoes through and leaves quietly.
I like life without the hooplah. I like that fine.
December 25, 2007~ 12:30pm
Today is the day....Christmas has arrived, as I knew it would. It's gone rather smoothly thus far, this ramp up to this festival of lights. I've kept things as lowkey as possible, and am sitting here drinking coffee, about to begin the last chore- the making up of 10 little 'goodie bags' for my sister's 10 grandchildren, to take with me tonight for visiting.
The hot rollers are heating upstairs, the bed about to be made, and the Christmas sweater yanked over my head-- a last inspection in the mirror to make sure there are no holes in it, or stains-- and off I'll go to my daughters' house to be with Mr. Bill and little Lady Kay for a nice ham dinner and cheddared potatoes. (I'd shipped their gifts directly from the Discovery store, so I won't be doing a juggling act up the walkway here.)
Last night, I had dinner with Wayne and his sister Garnet and her daughter Alisa at 'The Red Lobster'. WOW, THAT PLACE WAS CROWDED. We were bunched in the front foyer waiting area, hip to hip, in a place that sounded like bedlam, a member of each party given a vibrating, light- up gadget to tell them when their table was ready. There we all stood huddling, like characters from Star Trek and holding these implements. In the center area, was a great tank of living, giant lobsters. Always makes me sad to see them, knowing their days are numbered and they have no idea that one of the creatures with the beeping cellphone thing-a-ma-jigs will soon have them in their stomachs. YECH!!!
When a waiter came out and scooped one on a platter, all conversation stopped for a second as that primordial-looking fella' slowly moved claws and antennae. "DEAD MAN WALKING!" I said-- which got a great laugh, but man, I felt sorry for the poor bastard. Merry Christmas omnivores, all of you out there picking your teeth right now. A pleasant digestion to ya.... (and old Grandfather Lobster, "R.I.P." Just for your information, I had the shrimp. I never eat anything I've made eye-contact with for 45 minutes beforehand.)
December 26, 2007~ 12:55am
This is the day after officially- and I have to say- I loved every minute of it, from the Eve, on. Was it a good Christmas? Look at this. What do you think?
Here's Wayne ("Pap Pap Wayne") posing with Bill and Kay, and the gifts their mother sewed for them. (Me too! But I'm taking the picture.) Holly did the most incredible thing......she sewed actual doll characters from drawings Wayne made for Bill around Halloween, while we were visiting and babysitting. The characters (at Bill's request) were: The Deadly Dead, Deaf Eater and Kay Eaten. LOL!!! (There were TWO 'Kay Eaten' dolls, since both little Kay and I have the same name- mine is a nickname given to me by Wayne 25 years ago and stands for my initial.) These dolls were so doggone CUTE, and what a dream-come-true for a kiddo to see his own imagination create, first- a name for something really scary- and then have it drawn by a beloved adult, and THEN, to have the thing take on 3 dimensional form. WOW!! If Holly had the time, I believe she could turn this thing into a cottage industry: handsewn original dolls from your very own stories.
It was a delight opening them. Each had Wayne's drawing pinned to the plain muslin they were wrapped in. We crowed with happiness! LOL!!! (I do think my favorite was "Deaf Eater", which I believe came about when Bill was trying to say 'death eater' but the "th" sound was replaced in a 4-year-old's elocution, by the "F". Of course, Wayne drew a toothy thing like a big dragon, ROAARING and gleefully chasing a poor deaf guy, because, after all, only the deaf can actually be caught by that bellowing beast--- everyone else gets out of the way when they hear him coming so THAT'S why the monster was grinning so: he was chasing a 'sure thing'. The bubble over the man's head in the cartoon says, "Huh?" I remember how we howled about that.
And now, with colored felt, some old belt pieces for scaly horns and long vinyl teeth, voila!- DEAF EATER in the flesh! Merry 'midnight of the celebration day', everyone. Mine was a total delight. And my little grab bags went over quite nicely at my sister's house. I guess there is some wisdom in being the last Claus through the door, with the very last sack of gifts. (I'm pretty cagey, I'd say.)
December 27, 2007~ 12:20pm
From the sublime ...(above)... to the ridiculous... (below)
Here is our commander and chief, having just picked his own ass. Happy New Year, Stinky...this is the year we can get RID of that raunchy thing....Obama, Hillary, Roberts......Uncle Festus... hell, I really don't care, as long as your ass is gone.
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